From Prisoner to Si Chen

Gilan's bulletproof car as the foreign minister had not been delivered yet, so he could only take the ordinary public car driven by Lenise.

Lenise was in charge of driving, and Gilan sat in the back seat. The car drove away from Morales Street and headed towards the next door Hyacinth Street.

The reason is simple. Morales Street is the residence of dignitaries, and most of them are single-family apartments or villas, and there are no commercial stores.

Generally, people who live here have servants at home to take care of shopping and cooking, and do not need commercial services such as restaurants and hotels.

This is another reason why Morales Street has a quiet environment and high land prices.

"Sir, do you have any taboos or preferences for food and drinks?"

Lenise looked straight ahead, holding the steering wheel with one hand and gently supporting the frame of the glasses with the knuckles of her index finger with the other hand, and asked.

Gillan retracted his gaze from the window and said jokingly:

"Isn't there a record in my file? Logically, such small details should be described very clearly."

"Sir..."

Lenice's face changed slightly. She was almost scared to tears by Gillan's question, and her palms were sweating.

Her reaction made Gillan chuckle twice and said:

"Sorry, I was just joking with you."

Hearing this, Lenice breathed quickly and her full chest trembled slightly.

The leader's joke was really a bit scary. Just now, Lenice almost thought that the other party was dissatisfied with her for investigating his files without authorization.

I really don't know if he did it on purpose or accidentally. But Lenice always felt that the former was more likely.

"I don't usually have any taboos. As for my preferences, well... I prefer fried, deep-fried and spicy foods."

Gillan said softly.

Lenis nodded, wrote down his words carefully, and said:

"Got it, sir."

Then, while driving, she racked her brains to think and recall which high-end restaurants on Hyacinth Street would suit Minister Gillan's taste.

A moment later.

Lenis selected three restaurants in her mind and was about to report to her superior, but she heard the voice of a young man from the back seat:

"Lenis, stop the car."

"Ah... OK, sir!"

Lenis turned the steering wheel to the left and pulled the car over. She pulled the handbrake, unbuckled the seat belt, turned around and looked at the back seat, but was stunned.

The blond young man was staring out the window with interest, pointing and smiling:

"Why don't we eat that?"

"Hmm?"

Lenis followed his gaze and was surprised to find that there was a cart snack stand less than three meters wide on the sidewalk.

The snack stand was rather shabby, stained with a little oil smoke and unclean sauces. The sign on the top read "Hank Mama's Specialties" in colorful Bremen.

Many pedestrians stopped and gathered around, holding small paper boxes or cups in their hands. It looked like business was good.

"But, sir... you are now the foreign minister, wouldn't it be bad to eat this kind of thing? If someone saw it and reported it..."

Lenice was a little surprised and a little hesitant.

"Can't the foreign minister eat at a roadside stall?" Gillan smiled, pushed open the car door and got out, urging: "Let's go."

"Okay, sir."

Lenice quickly turned off the engine and got out of the car.

She took two quick steps forward, followed the blond young man, and came to the snack stand together.

Fortunately, although Gillan is now famous, his appearance has not been exposed by the media, so there are only a few people who can recognize him.

The passers-by around were just amazed at the outstanding appearance and temperament of the man and woman, and took a few more glances, but did not cause any commotion.

"Huh? There are sticky bark milk tea and snowflake cake here... Well, I want these two, plus a portion of grilled bacon and fried meatballs."

Gilan looked at the "Today's Menu" hanging next to the snack stand and turned to Lenis.

The latter nodded quickly, memorized the food the boss needed, and then walked forward to line up.

After a while, the capable female secretary came with a lot of food.

"Boss, the seats here are full, where are we going to eat?"

"Follow me."

Gilan took the food from her, turned and walked to the street, and then sat down on the steps in Lenis's astonished eyes.

Even the blond young man "kindly" wiped the empty space next to him and patted his hand to indicate:

"Come on, sit down."

"This..." Lenis opened her mouth and hesitated. The next second, she met the young man's smiling eyes and said quickly: "Yes! Boss!"

Then, she gritted her teeth and sat down next to him. But her body was tense and stiff, like a stubborn sculpture.

At this moment, Lenis always felt that passers-by around her were looking at her with strange eyes, and she felt indescribable embarrassment. At the same time, she was very nervous because she was too close to her superior.

"Lenis, what did you order?"

Gillan took a bite of the grilled bacon, turned his head and looked at his female secretary, and smiled. As he chewed, the crispy meat crunched in his mouth.

Lenis sat upright, legs clamped together, and spoke clearly but seriously as if reporting work:

"Report to the superior, a sausage burger, a figure eight bread (coarse salt bread in the shape of the number 8), two slices of liver cheese (grilled meat mixed with marinade), and a cup of black coffee."

"The total cost is 17 pfennigs and 5 francs."

"Don't be so nervous, relax... I'm not a man-eating devil."

Gilan shook his head, took out a gold coin, stuffed it into the secretary's hand, and then explained in front of her puzzled eyes:

"This is reimbursement. When you go out to eat with the leader, you can't let your subordinates pay the bill."

"Okay... okay, sir."

Lenice accepted the gold coin, but an inexplicable feeling rose in her heart.

She has been working in the secretariat for six years and has never seen a leader like Minister Gilan.

Very friendly, not artificial, and no airs... Except for the occasional hint of majesty that is too scary, he is simply the most perfect leader in her mind.

Thinking of this, Lenice's original tension dissipated a little, and she also tried to bite the sausage burger in her hand.

The grilled smoked sausage, paired with wheat-flavored bread slices, mixed with indescribable sauces and vegetables, the unique smell of fireworks that belongs to roadside stalls burst in her mouth.

Lanis couldn't help but whispered:

"Delicious!"

"Your first day working for me, but you're eating at a roadside stall. Are you disappointed?"

Jilan teased while chewing the fried meatballs.

Unexpectedly, Lanis shook her head seriously and said:

"Not disappointed, sir. I'm also a commoner, and this kind of food is closer to my life."

"I see." Gilan nodded with a smile. "You're also a senior secretary of the Secretariat as a commoner in your twenties. You're also very good, Miss Lanis."

"Sir... Sir, you're joking."

Lanis rarely lowered her head and blushed.

Minister Gilan Ilos is 6 years younger than her, but he has become a big shot in the center of power in the empire.

No matter how you look at it, she's not that "excellent".

But Lanis didn't hear even a trace of malice in the tone of the blond young man. Instead, she was secretly delighted by the other party's praise.

In her heart, she couldn't help but feel a little closer to her new leader.

In order to hide her emotions, Lanis stopped talking and buried her head in eating. But she choked on the food and quickly took two gulps of black coffee, her cheeks flushed.

"Eat slowly, we are not in a hurry." Gilan said with a smile. "After you send me back, I will trouble you with work."

"No problem, sir."

Lianis wiped the cream and coffee stains from the corners of her mouth, adjusted her glasses, and said solemnly.

"I will do my best to complete the task."

"Yes."

Gilan smiled and nodded.

…

…

In the afternoon.

Gilan stayed in the attic of the new house, refining a new batch of "wick potion".

Although this alchemical medicine that assists in cultivation has no effect on him, it can be sold for money and can also be supplied to the members of the dream association "Hand of Dawn".

After a round of refining, there were 25 amber potions the size of little fingers on the table in front of Gilan.

The mysterious raw materials were exhausted, but there was no failure or loss, all thanks to Gillan's experience.

He put away the potions, and there was some movement downstairs.

Gillan slightly expanded his perception and knew the following situation, and couldn't help but sighed secretly:

'Lenice is indeed a qualified secretary. '

After tidying up the table, he turned and went downstairs.

In the living room.

Lenice led four women and a man, standing by the door, whispering something.

The middle-aged and three young women lowered their heads and agreed frequently, indicating that they understood.

As for the only man, his hair was gray and he was wearing a gray-blue shiny suit that was ironed straight. He silently looked around, his expression was serious, but his eyes revealed a little uneasiness.

When Miss Lenice hired him, she did not mention the employer's information, which made Charles a little unsure.

Just looking at the owner's single-family apartment located on Morales Street, he must be a dignitary and a different person.

While thinking, Charles heard several maids around him exclaim, and then they all said respectfully:

"Mr. Gillan Iros, good afternoon."

"Huh?!" Charles looked up when he heard the familiar name.

He saw a tall and handsome figure walking down the shiny wooden stairs. The blond hair and deep blue eyes made Charles stunned.

"Master Gillan?!"

"Old Charles, long time no see."

Gillan strode over and smiled.

He opened his arms, and Charles hesitated for a moment, then walked over and gave the young man a hug.

"Long time no see, Master... I listened to your speech, it was so good! I didn't expect that you would become the Foreign Minister of the Empire!"

After Charles stood up, he looked a little surprised and excited. He didn't expect that his employer would be Master Gillan.

"Thank you." Gillan smiled. "Old Charles, let's talk later."

"Okay, Master." Charles calmed down and said quickly.

Gillan nodded and walked in front of the others.

Lanis immediately introduced the four maids she hired to him. The middle-aged woman was named Paula, who was the cook and was responsible for preparing three meals a day, afternoon tea and snacks for Gillan.

The other three young maids were named Isa, Bisca and Shelby, who were responsible for purchasing and housekeeping. The specific work matters would be assigned and arranged by the butler Charles.

These three maids were all around 18 or 19 years old, with good looks and good figures, and were carefully selected by Lanis.

In fact, if Gillan is interested, with just a little hint, these maids will voluntarily climb into his bed. This is not unusual in the circles of powerful people.

Lenis also considered this very carefully when selecting the maids...especially considering the energetic age of the chief.

And because they were unsure of the commander's preferences, the three young maids each had their own characteristics. Even the older cook was of the type that still had charm.

As for whether to take it or not, the choice is up to Gillan.

Lenise just has to do what she has to do.

In fact, the maids are well aware of these unspoken rules, and they often do not reject them, and even have some expectations.

Especially when they saw that their employer was such a young and handsome man, they couldn't help but have some strange and even unrealistic fantasies in their hearts.

However, Gilan just smiled slightly and gave a few simple instructions, then asked Lenis to take the four maids to the third floor to choose a room to stay in, and then let them take a car to buy some daily necessities and the things they would use next. Ingredients.

"Yes, sir." Lenis responded respectfully.

The four maids also raised their skirts and bowed to the blond young man, lowered their heads, and followed Lenis upstairs.

Remain quiet and behave yourself the entire time.

Gilan nodded with satisfaction, then called out to Ciel, and went to the sofa with him to chat.

When asked why Charles left the Viscount Jacob family and went out to find a job again, the old butler looked embarrassed and sighed:

"It's a long story..."

After some explanations from the other party, Gilan finally understood that it was because of the miasma natural disaster that several direct descendants of the older generation died in the Viscount Jacob family. The atmosphere in the family was very depressed, and they quarreled almost every day.

In addition, most of the property was hit by the miasma, and most of it went bankrupt, resulting in serious losses. The family was extremely short of funds, so many servants were laid off one after another.

Charles was not from the Jacob family, and had always been looked down upon and ostracized by the former butler and other stewards. In anger, he simply chose to resign and leave, not to suffer any more.

"Thank you, old Charles."

Ji Lan sighed and poured him a cup of tea.

"You can stay here with me from now on. There are only four maids that you need to take care of, so it's relatively easy."

"You're welcome, Master...it's my honor to continue to serve you."

Old Charles was holding hot tea with a grateful face.

"Don't worry, I will take care of this place in an orderly manner from now on, and leave all the trivial matters to me."

"Then I'll trouble you." Jilan smiled.

The two chatted for a while, and the maids chose a room, changed into casual clothes suitable for traveling, and went downstairs.

Immediately, after saying hello to Gillan, Lenis drove them to Hyacinth Street to purchase daily necessities and ingredients.

The group had just left not long ago.

Someone rang the doorbell in the outer courtyard of Jilan's new residence.

Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Old Charles stood up quickly and instantly entered the role. After adjusting his suit and tie, he walked out with his head held high.

After a while, he quickly returned, lowered his head and said:

"Master, the neighbor from No. 10 Morales Street came to visit and brought a gift."

After a short pause, Old Charles added in a low voice:

"The wife of Mr. Stavin Lotito, the Minister of Propaganda, and their son and daughter."

"Huh?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and made a gesture. "Invite the guests in."

"Yes, Master."

Old Charles said respectfully.